Book #1 in "The Tutor" trilogy. - "Helaina, you're failing physics." Mrs. Hernandez says to me. Suddenly, the whole world starts spinning. I grab onto her desk for support, trying to calm down the best I can, but it's useless. My entire world feels as though it's falling apart before my very eyes. "I don't understand how this is possible, I-" I stutter, trying to make sense of the situation. Mrs. Hernandez cuts me off, her eyes clearly showing sympathy towards me for the situation. "Don't worry, I know you've been trying your best to avoid this and get your grade up, so I've decided to ask the person with the highest grade in the class to tutor you for an hour or two after school every day until your grades get back up." she explains, and I instantly feel slightly better. I nod, beginning to catch my breath. "Thank you so much Mrs. Hernandez, I promise I'll work as hard as possible. You won't regret this." I say, and she nods. Just as I'm about to leave the door, I turn around and ask her, "If you don't mind me asking, who's my tutor going to be?" "Shawn Mendes." she says, and just like that, the room starts spinning again and the memories of Friday night come rushing back. - COMPLETED December 15, 2017 This book contains explicit material.

❝Tell me every horrifying dream you've ever had, even if my bones have to shatter or my ears have to bleed. Tear my skin apart with the words scraping off your tongue.❞ ❝I can't put you through this. You don't need to suffer, too.❞ ❝But I already am, Shawn.❞ • Shawn and Sophia have the typical teenage relationship. Their undying love for each other makes it impossible for most not to envy the young couple. Everyone just thinks he's going insane, but when he and Sophia find out the real reason behind the sudden attack of his mind, Shawn realizes protecting the person he loves is going to be harder than he thought.

He was so fragile, like the flowers his mother used to plant in his back garden, the ones cherry red that wilted too fast. Shawn was the cherry red flower, it was when he laid in my lap, our fingers intertwined and my arms around him, that I knew he would wilt too fast. © weepies. All rights reserved. [[TRIGGER WARNING]]

You realized the pain and sadness was so strong that the only source of happiness you could find was buried inside a bottle of straight vodka.